He had a demon in him, the ship had sailed for Lucanis never being seen not fully under his own command. Sure he had managed to keep Spite contained when out so far, but much like not promising to never do this again, he didn't think that would never have a chance of happening.

Things kept going to shit, after all.

"You need to work on your landings," Lucanis said rather than argue, using Davrin for a little bit of support when the route allowed for it. Sometimes it was a single-file plank over an alleyway, but he waited on the other end for Davrin to make it across to take hold again before continuing on. And maybe took the easiest route he could that avoided the worst of the blight, rather than ones that required a lot of leaping or using weak points in the fade for Spite to summon something to function as a bridge. Soon enough the Diamond was right there across a canal, lights glittering like the gemstone it was named after in spite of the red from the blight now added to it. There was still something hauntingly beautiful about it.